"Yeah, yeah, I'll call my Dad. He'll handle it." Keenan grabbed his back pack off his desk chair, slipping it over his arm. "Send me your address so I can give it to him." His cousin agreed, on the other line. He sounded as if he had a rough night but when Keenan asked him about it he gave no answer.

Conrad leaned against the door, waiting for Keenan to end his call so they could head to class together. They've been in school for a week now and hadn't realized they were in the same Econ class until that morning. Keenan blamed it on amount of students in each one of his classes.

"Well I got to head to class. India doesn't start school until Monday right . . . Good. That's enough time for Dad to get all her stuff and ship it over there . . . Hey, can you tell her I said hi? I think she might still hate me . . . Thanks dick. That makes me feel better," he said with an eye roll. "Good luck on your music and I'll talk to you later alright? Peace."

Keenan hung up the phone and before he could even get into his pocket Conrad was swinging the door open.

"I thought you were talking to your cousin, not your girlfriend."

"I was," Keenan grumbled, following his new roommate out into the hallway. "And what is that supposed to mean anyways?"

"You talked forever!"

"It was ten minutes bro," Keenan exclaimed, "He wanted me to do him a favor which also included telling me about what has happened in his life in the past two weeks."

"Borrrrrring," Conrad sang.

Keenan rolled his eyes. Jesse's and India's life seemed to be a lot more interesting than he thought. As Conrad and Keenan descended the stairs he thought back on the multiple times he met Mr. Quail, India's Dad. Sure he was strict but he never thought he was a bad parent, much less one that would hit his own child.

It just goes to show how little you can know about someone.

"Are you nervous for your first game next weekend," Conrad asked, jumping the last three stairs onto the lobby floor.

"My first game was when I was seven. I have no reason to be nervous."

"But dude!" Conrad turned around to face him, continuing to walk backwards towards the front doors. "This is college football! It might as well be your first game."

Conrad pushed his back against the door, pushing it open for the both of them. "Question: why would I be nervous if I won't play? I'm a third string quarter back. That basically means I'll be spending the entire season on the bench," he grumbled. He wasn't happy about his spot being a non-existent one, but he knew any freshman would kill to have that spot.

"Well guess who will be first string quarter back next year? You. Both Jason and the second string, um what's his name? It's Derek or Dylan or something. Whatever, they're both seniors and will be gone next year, unless they find somebody better than you than you'll be the youngest starter quarter back to play at UCLA next year."

Keenan had to agree with him on that. If sitting on the sidelines for a year meant that he could play starter for the next three years than he would take it. Besides, he could play on the practice team any time he wanted thanks to Coach.

"It doesn't matter," Keenan said, watching as Conrad nearly bumped into a girl since he was still walking backwards. "I won't be nervous regard . . ."

Conrad stopped walking as Keenan did as well. "What is it man," Conrad asked, staring at his new friend. "What are you looking at?"

Conrad followed Keenan's line of sight to the green lawn beside them. On it was everything Conrad owned besides the bag on his back and the clothes he was wearing. He looked at the pile in horror, noticing how everything looked completely ruined.

"Oh fuck no," he yelled, running towards the pile, Keenan at his heels.

Conrad began to fish through his belongings which were all either torn or smashed. Finally at the bottom he found the stuffed Panda Bear that he received as a present from his first boyfriend two years ago on their first date. Conrad gingerly lifted it up, his heart breaking as he noticed that he was only holding the head. He looked around the pile for the rest of it and found it in five more pieces.

There was no way that Conrad could fix the gift that meant so much to him.

Subtly he could hear laughing coming from behind him. He turned to see his roommate and his two friends standing on the sidewalk, laughing as they videotaped the entire thing. He didn't have to have a half a brain to know that they did it.

Without thinking Conrad charged them, ready to show them exactly what he learned while growing up on the streets in LA. Before he could get to them though he was thrown to the side by a surprising force. Angrily he looked up, ready to fight this opponent as well but was shocked to see Keenan standing over him.

Leaning down towards his level, Keenan said, "Don't do it. You can't risk getting kicked out."

"But they ruined my shit," Conrad bellowed. "They deserve to fucking die!" Conrad struggled to get to his feet while Keenan held him down. He barely noticed the hoard of students who stopped to watch the show.

"Let me handle it," Keenan growled before pushing Conrad down once again.

Keenan left his new friend behind him while he marched over to the three boys. They all snickered as he approached, pointing their phones right at him. Maybe he would regret what he was about to do but he wasn't thinking at all. All he knew was that these boys deserved to get their asses kicked.

"Aw is your boyfriend upset," cooed Frank, the boy who Keenan punched during try-outs.

Keenan didn't dignify him with a response, instead he swung his fist right into his gut. Frank cried out in pain and crumbled to the ground while his friend, Conrad's roommate went for Keenan's face. Keenan ducked at the last second and sent his knee flying into the guys groin, then he punched him between the eyes, making him fly back and land on his back.

Keenan turned towards the last one who was clearly having an internal battle on whether to stay and fight or run and survive. Keenan didn't give him a chance to think any more about it before he went after him too.

At some point Keenan's adrenaline took over and he lost control. Eventually a couple bodies pulled Keenan away from the three guys who were all crying in pain on the ground.

As soon as he saw the flashing lights of the campus police up ahead he knew he was in deep trouble.

...

Aurora didn't know where she was going. All she knew was that she wasn't going to stop until she felt peace within her heart that she hadn't felt in months.

...

I know Aurora's part is short but I meant to do that.

What do you guys think about Keenan beating up those guys? He's clearly going to get in trouble!

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